Monsters Under My Bed

I fear them,

The monsters under my bed,

They come out at night

And prevent my sleep—

They remind me of things

I wouldn’t like to think of at night—

And I can’t sleep.

I fear them,

The monsters under my bed,

They come out at night

And snatch my blissful dreams—

Hellish nightmares in their place

I wouldn’t like to see at night—

And I can’t sleep.

Some say there are no monsters under beds,

Some say I read too much,

But, I don’t believe either of them—

For, who’s to say what you can’t see doesn’t exist?

I pray for a good night’s sleep every night,

I listen to music ’till I’m lulled to a slumber,

It’s not the way to live, though—

Can the divine beings give me some rest at night?

I don’t need monsters under my bed haunting me;

I don’t want to wake up sleepy-eyed

And snap at everybody in sight.

I fear them,

The monsters under my bed,

They come out at night

And prevent my sleep—

They remind me of awful things,

Take away my blissful dreams—

And I can’t sleep.